Dark veils of night, The moon howls are clear, Black trees are rising, And the wind is screaming our fear. I run thru these twisted corridors, I fall from deconstructing nightmares, Thy eerie sounds of witches in doom, Slashing skeletons slice distraught horror. Down the nerves of ye spineless back, Black cats crawl with intensions to kill, Spirits of ghosts flash a floresent sigh, Chanting the evil to feed your mind. Graveyard of thy church you bury me here. My one clear path to the church blinded, Blocked by skulls of wrath - disgusted relics, Kneel by thy black gate I await in tears. Lightning flash before my blood filled eyes, I look beyond the fear I feel you coming, Open thy trap between our deadly suicide, Wilst hath seen a burial in this putrid sewer. The tower bells ring let her suffer, Immense pain so clear and catasthropic, We make lust not love at midnight's dawning, Saliva withdrawls from my fractured mouth. We will not leave - the cemetery rain we believe, I forever bleed - this Hallow's Eve.
